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June 5, 2009

I Can't Stop It

Ivy's first sentence might be something like Mom, why are you always looking at me like that?

I can't keep from remembering the first time I pulled her squishy, chubby, baby body into my arms. I can't stop thinking about how she is the cutest thing there ever was. I can't stop kissing her and hugging her and I can't stop. I just can't stop.

Noah trudged up the stairs in a huff because I wouldn't let him wear flip flops on the last day of school. He gets his own breakfast in the mornings and has his own sense of style. He has secret sayings with friends.

And when the school bus rounded the corner he hurried back down those stairs and sweetly put his face right next to mine. Gave me a kiss goodbye. And was out the door.

I know it. It's hard for me to decide if time is going too fast or too slow sometimes. Too fast because I love the kids so much at each stage they reach, but too slow because I'm excited to see what they do next...

I know exactly what your talking about...With both my little son and my daughter we would catch ourselves staring at them non stop...An hour would go by and we would still catch ourselves doing it. We still do it and they are 7 months and 2.5. We just don't want to miss anything...time does go by way to fast...I have three grown adult girls..and it seems they were just small like this yesterday...

I know exactly what ya mean. Big Brother heads to kindergarten in the fall and when I look at Baby Sister I am still amazed by her perfect little babyness but then I look up and I see him and I think where did it all go. I can't stop it. I am just along for the ride.

Oh ans Heather is so right. While I cannot believe four and a half years have gone by and are over and I feel a little sad about that I am also so excited for the things that are coming up for him and for her. Walking and kidergarten it is going to be a big couple of months. ;)

So, you don't have to answer this, but are you planning on Ivy being the baby of the family for good?I ask because I'm the oldest of seven, and I vividly remember my my being this way about my youngest sister. It wasn't that she loved her more, it was that she knew this was the end of her baby raising and was very immersed is soaking up every last bit.

We stare at the babies in our house too--especially when they're being cute, or are asleep! :)